His voice was magnetic and seductive.
It was that dangerous again.
If she were to exchange blows with him, she would fall into a bottomless abyss if she was not careful.
He asked her, “What are you playing?”?
Xuan Yingluo could hear the joy in his tone. He had the bad roots of a man. He knew that she was scheming, but he was in a great mood.
Xuan Yingluo raised her willow-like eyebrows. “I’m not playing anything. I’m just begging you to be magnanimous and let me go. You have so many women, and I’m essentially no different from them.”
Zhou Yu used his iron arms to restrain her. “Why waste so much time talking? Why Don’t You Give Me a Kiss?”
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Xuan Yingluo was unwilling. She pushed and hit him, but he pushed her against the wall again.
At this moment, Zhou Yu felt a pain in his calf. He looked down and saw that little seventh young master, this glutinous rice ball, had already run over and bit him.
